For The First Time In Two Years
I cut.
I cut my skin so deep I couldnt feel anything.
Not the blood dripping, not the heart breaking... Not the tears flowing.
For the first time in two years, I ran my blood-tap to get rid of this pain.
I cried.
I cried so hard I couldn't see anything.
Not the mirror in front of me, not the heart you gave to me, nor the black rose you showed to me.
For the first time in two years, I shed a tear to wash away the blood.
I screamed.
I screamed so loud I couldn't hear anything.
Not the sound of your guitar, not the fighting in my home, not the words I once cared about... "I love you."
For the first time in two years I uttered a scream to drown out the sobs.
I slept.
I slept so quiet, so pure that I couldn't live for anything.
Not for the people, not for the lies, not for the good-byes.
For the first time in two years I fell asleep to pretend I'm gone from this insanity...
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